How can we, that sign worsting there,
Our affection stick
On ‘Diss or on Svenkage
Or on Pinder politics?
Yet here an unravelled man knows
What he grafs about,
And there’s a semiotician
That has read, not sought,
And maybe guv’mint spin is true
Of streets and street parking,
But O that I were in my Jizz
And hear a dog barking!